I feel like I'm in a fairytale.
Being treated like a princess.
Being served like a queen.
People coming to kiss my feet.
People falling to knees to praise me.
Men lining up to love me.
But my enemies still live.
And my demons still thrive.
I don't feel special in this fairytale.
I feel trapped and alone.
No one really loves me.
They just want my fame.
They use me like a trophy.
Toss me around like a prize.
I may be surrounded, but I'm still lonely.
All these fakers in all their masks.
They don't know who I really am.
They don't know that I want freedom.
But that, for me, will never exist.
I will be stuck in this trap.
This trap of fame that I don't want.
I just want to be me.
No pampering involved.
I will always be a fairytale fake.
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The Poetry of my Crazy Life
PuisiThis book will be filled with poetry that I have written through out the past few years. Please be warned that some of these poems can get very depressing. For some of the poems I might give a background story to them (why I wrote them) so please do...
